I have been confused and overwhelmed and confused again as to how all of this fostering or adopting or whatever it is that our future with this tiny human who lives in my home is actually going to play out.
I have not been the best housewife. Like seriously. There are low standards, then there is the Gwaltney house.
My kids amaze me with their love even when I am the worst.
I drink so much caffeine, I am sure that if I stopped that I would die.
I have been dreaming of the thought of a house that was project free.
I have been spending way too much time looking at baby girl clothes.